A Better Man Than I

Coming Wednesday, March 17th from the minds of Hanging by a Thread and Legend's Day: an exciting new story event: The End of the Affair Here's more from organizer blackrandl1958: * * * * Those wicked and erotic affairs. The nature of "affairs," is that they burn white-hot, but soon burn out. What happens when the affair ends? Do the lovers part by mutual agreement, one or the other decides to end it or the passion just dies? If there are significant others, is the affair successfully hidden, do they confess or are they discovered? Is the affair a fondly hidden secret memory, or do the flames devour them? We have gathered together stories from wonderful writers who will write those stories, decide what happens at the end of the affair. Thanks to all the writers, editors and readers who make these fun and enjoyable. Special thanks to Laurel who works to create the pages and place the stories. Thanks to Literotica for hosting our stories. I hope you enjoy the stori...

Over the next four weeks, Eva and I didn't spend as much 'fun' time together as we would have liked or as much as we were used to. There were exams to take and some final papers to write. We joined an informal study group of about 15 that got together a couple of afternoons each week to share information and help each other in general. New York State back then (and still today) was the only state to mandate Regents exams in various subjects. You didn't have to take every subject, but you had to take English and Social Studies, a foreign Language and you needed to take a three course group in either science or math (algebra, geometry and trigonometry, or biology, chemistry, physics and/or earth science) to get a special type of degree for graduation. Why this was important I can't remember. But it was. And the nicest part was Eva made some friendly connections, even as late in the year as it was. Eva already had all her Regents taken over the previous years and she...

This story is fiction and all characters are at least 18 years old. Referring back to Part 1 where my Ex-MIL had a "Sex Room" set up in her backyard, had me wanting to see if she was using it again. I was waiting for an opportunity to be lucky enough to peek in on her and catch her in the act. My Ex-Wife, Lisa (previous marriage) had told me that her brother was visiting her mom and had brought extra food for us, but we had already eaten at a restaurant but would come by the next day and pick it up. On our way home from the restaurant Lisa decided to head over to her mom's to get the food. We knocked the front door and waited for someone to answer, but no one came. Lisa had a key to her mom's house so we entered and announced ourselves, but no one responded. Lisa said, "Well that's weird, both of their cars are out front." I said, "I'll go out back and see if they are there, while you get the food." I went to the backyard and didn't s...

"You downloaded that app three months ago! Aren't you ever going to use it?" Jessica asked as she sat her son down in the playpen next to my daughter. She gave me this look like I was the crazy one, like I had truly lost my mind. "Well, it's hard for me..." "That's the point! You need something hard besides vibrators and cucumbers up there or you're going to go crazy!" She said picking up her wine glass from the table, drained it, then refilled. I've been divorced for a year and a half, and yet somehow, despite how damn stupid it sounded, it felt like cheating. Not that I could tell Jessica that. Not that I needed too. We'd been friends since junior high, we could read each other like children's books. "Look, we both downloaded the app and agreed to use it. I've already had six different guys. It's your turn." I gave her an incredulous look, "You've had sex six times already?" "What am I a ...

A kind and very brave writer who I respect immensely gave my first story a once over. He didn't mention giving up his dinner after reading it. So, I guess it is safe for human consumption. Have you ever written something and then wondered why it seems like déjà vu all over again? <><><><><><> John sat behind the desk in his executive office at ACME Record Company anxious to hear his new writing talent pitch his new song. Signing him to a salaried contract came at a great risk especially with the bonus that came with its inking. Songwriters are a dime a dozen, but the young man had already penned a monster hit as an independent. No guts, no glory. How much of John's guts spill out remains to be seen. The writer started his pitch. "My new song is very personal to me. It's about the breakup with my wife. She was from the influential Thorne family. Her name was Rosemary as were all the other girls in the family. It's similar to all...

I was afraid of being stopped the entire trip back to Chris's. I lived there and I couldn't think of it as my home. Driving naked always made me worry that a cop would stop me. And since I had to be naked getting home, there was no way I could cover up. I am sure someone saw me. I didn't notice, but it must have happened. Once I arrived, I went in. I didn't have to strip, so I got on my hands and knees and crawled to Chris who was watching TV in the den. He had a grin on his face. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to a dildo in the middle of the floor. "Ride that and report the whole thing. Love the tags." I still had the words Zane had written on my body. I had forgotten them in my horror of driving here. "Yes Master." I crawled over and lined my sore ass up with the dildo. Squatting down on it, I had the saddening realization that even without lube the fairly large dildo went in without much resistance. Then I began to talk. Chris switched off the...

Part I: I met a traveler from an antique land It was a pleasant early May Saturday morning in suburban Houston, sunny but still in the seventies, a welcome gift before the blast furnace heat of "Texas in Summer" hits. At about 10:30 AM I walked out the front door of our typical "gated-community" house, intending to get my bicycle and head over to our community pool to swim my laps. Despite having been underweight most of my life, I had put on the middle age pounds, and at 45 was really trying to lose them. My knees couldn't take running, so I started a three times a week swimming regimen. Our home, in the Sugarland area southwest of Houston, is only a single story, as Leah and I married too late to have kids, so we didn't need two stories. It's middle and slightly upper-middle class families paying mortgages between $250,000 and $600,000. Our neighborhood is very diverse, reflecting the nearby jobs in oil and gas, hospitals and higher learning institut...